Fortunately/unfortunately, everyone was having a terrible morning. For lots of different reasons. Christine, Brenna and I decided to have a girl's night. Cliche, but yo, it WORKS. Even though we all have unreal amounts of work/studying/stressing to do for grad school. When in doubt, eat candy, drink wine, sing along to Grease, draw on darker eyebrows, give drastic haircuts, and snapchat each other from across the sofa.
We took a make-up trip to Macy's, where the gayest man I've ever seen chose the perfect shade of brown for my eyebrows and then yelled at me for wiping it off with an alcohol-soaked tissue instead of a make-up wipe. Um, hello, beautiful and perfect make-up artist, how was I supposed to know alcohol doesn't go on your eyebrows?! I've never used an eyebrow pencil in my life, give me a break. Better yet, give me a discount. (...He didn't give me one).
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It probably looks the same to everyone else, but I see a difference and that's all that matters. |
Here's a big ol' dose of Otis to help you tackle the mid-week blues. Repeat as necessary.
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